Poor, poor Taylor Hall. We all heard about last Tuesday's freak accident, where he fell and Corey Potter's skate ended up in his face. We all also saw the picture a few days later of his stitches, a gash that only made his uglyness worse. Now, most people think this was the end of that, aside from both the laughs at his scar and the appreciation of his luck. Unfortunately, that is not the case. When I saw the picture on Thursday, I remembered that I had just finished reading Mary Shelley's Frankenstein approximately 24 hours before Hall's incident. I also realized that the timing of these coincidences paired perfectly with prepping this Canucks - Oilers gamethread. Therefore, I will now probably be calling him "Frankenstein" for quite some time now. Sorry, kid.
Coconuts go.
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